“You dear thing!” Patty said, timidly reaching up to caress his strong, firm chin with her little fingers, “I’d forgotten you’re so—so enormous!”
Farnsworth’s laugh rang out.
“There is a lot of me, isn’t there? But I’m all yours, so you must get used to seeing me round. Would you rather I were less enormous, Patty?”
“No, indeed! I wouldn’t have you changed in any respect! You’re just right! But you make me feel small!”
“And you are. My little Patty Petite. I’m glad, too, ’cause I like you much better this way. You see, I can pick you up and put you wherever I please.”
Farnsworth picked Patty up like a child, and placed her on the big davenport, then sat down beside her.
“Now, I’m happy! Can we sit here forever,—or do we have to be ordinary citizens and chum with the family?”
“They’ll let us alone a little while, and then I s’pect Nan and Bumble will come in.”
“Oh, pshaw! I hoped I’d have you all to myself. Can’t we send them to a matinée, or something?”
“It’s too late for that. Here they come now, Little Billee! Take your arm away!”